My needs they raise with the waxing moon,
My body calls him without my consent;
I tremble knowing that he’ll be here soon,
And ‘Neath the morrow’s sun I shall repent.
Demonic lust floods through every vein,
Heaven save me from my desperate wants;
I wish not to give in and yet I can’t abstain,
Let my ears fall deaf to his lascivious taunts!
He appears in my bed, his hand on my thigh,
His teeth are sinking into my willing skin;
With the pouring of red comes Ecstasy’s cry,
He smirks for he knows he’s won yet again.
In a flash he’s gone to walk Hell’s streets,
And I’m lying alone in blood-stained sheets.